Last week he called me. I said I'd be in soon.
Today I went in. There were over $50 of comics waiting for me. All of them I want to buy, but I only took out $20 worth, because I don't have the cash on hand for the rest.
Instead of thanking me for coming in, instead of small talk I would expect of a small merchant on Small Merchant Saturday, I received a three-minute lecture on how not cleaning out my box monthly was hurting his pocketbook, and he wanted my credit card number on file.
I said, quite reasonably, no. (I work in merchant processing. I know what PCI Compliance means.)
He said he was closing my box.
Then he said the box was already closed.
AND the series of comics I purchased from my box was missing issue 9. I picked up issues 7 through 12, minus 9, because it wasn't in my box.
He didn't ask me about my rewards card that they had, in the past, loaded with value for my purchases, so I didn't have a chance to tell him that my card was stolen last week when my car window was smashed.
So I no longer have a box with my local comic book store, and I am no longer a customer of my local comic book store. There are other stores in town, and they are not run by jerks, as far as I can tell. Hopefully they'll have my missing issue #9.
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These were made with a very primitive Markov chain, combining language from all three stories.
One fault of this setup is it is generating sentences and pargraphs based on the word lengths in the stories themselves, so these sentences don't end properly. This selection is 304 words. When I let the program generate text until it runs out of choices, ten paragraphs come out to 1,500 words.
The other fault is these are generated using just under 3,000 unique words.
|Last Queen of Rosaria||6,945||1,508|
The big story in our lives was the Doctor Who 50th. I loved it. I could quibble over a few storytelling tricks that didn't feel right, and a dangling plot thread, but overall I thought the story was well crafted and well presented as a story about time travel could be. I am not alone in this, but I am also not alone in people thinking the 50th Anniversary sucked, or was a let down, or Moffat is a terrible writer compared to Davies. Yadda Yadda Yadda. Davies was all right, but not really worth watching again and again and again. I know. We've tried. Half the episodes don't measure up on repeated viewings. More than half, really.
One person who told me The Day of the Doctor was bad was bothered by the fact that the show started seemingly weeks/months/years after The Name of The Doctor, which ended on a major WTF and was somewhere in the Doctor's personal timeline. Ok. Fine. They could have wasted time on telling that bit of the story, but I don't think they needed to. They walked away from Trenzalore and went home. Clara got herself a job as a teacher, which is why this episode could have taken place years later. It also could have taken place before The Name of The Doctor, possibly. They could have mentioned it. They could have explained what the Doctor was looking for. After all, Clara's first question to him was "did you learn anything" and he said "not a thing" which implies he had a purpose.
They also didn't resolve the human/Zygon negotiation. Fine.
What the episode did very well was parallel the tricks of time travel. When the three Doctors are in the cell, and realize that the Sonic is all the same basic software, the War Doctor can start a program, Ten can confirm it's running, Eleven can have the completed program. This is the exact same way Eleven comes up with the solution to the Time War, only we don't see it coming because the sonic program, running for 400 years, was tossed aside in a joke. None of them even tried the door. Hah!
Of course, it is Clara who saves them.
Then Clara triggers the solution in Eleven's mind, saving them, the planet, and reviving the series. Again.
And therefore there are more complaints: Moffat just undid the major thing Davies wrote into the Mythos. Yep. I can see why Davies needed to do that. Introduce the Doctor, let him be dark, let him be adventurous, let him be the traveller, but keep out the complex history of Gallifreyan politics for the new audience. Now that the series has done really well, and the classic episodes are being watched, there is no need for Gallifrey to be tossed aside. We can return to Gallifrey because we know what it is. I say this as someone who never watched Doctor Who as a child, was incredibly confused by the Fox movie in 1996, and didn't get into Who until 2005.
They did toss out an explanation that both War, Nine, and Ten, would think they had burned Gallifrey (and Eleven, up until that point) so the angst they felt would still be genuine. (Some people are insisting that this isn't the case, but I say "screw that noise.")
Okay, I'm rambling.
I also wanted to say that I think Clara has a chance to be the best companion of the show, at least she has the potential to end up right there at the top of the list with Sarah Jane Smith. She's sensible. She's caring. She's brave. She treats the Doctor like an equal, of sorts. She's also the first companion I know of who doesn't live on the TARDIS full time. This is a form Moffat experimented with with the Ponds, but as they were on the way out. With Clara, this is the established state of affairs. The Doctor needs a companion, but maybe he can get along without the companion always at his side and in his space.
Think about this: Davies introduced the idea that the companion shapes the Doctor, and Moffat continued this tradition. The War Doctor was saved by the image of Rose Tyler, and when he regenerates, he find Rose Tyler and clings to her. He's just burned his people, he needs healing, and he knows Rose is somehow important. They didn't write it that way, but it's a decent retcon. When Nine regenerates to Ten, that regeneration is shaped by Rose's desire for a good-looking hero. Everything she loved about Nine in a body with better hair. Ten's self-aggrandizing ego is shaped by Rose. Martha didn't stand a chance and Donna didn't even try to win the Doctor's heart.
Then Eleven was shaped by the child Amelia Pond. He was kind of goofy because little girls don't see their heroes as flawed. After the Ponds, he was almost as mopey as Ten. His spirits were revitalized by Clara, and they are a little different.
Twelve could be shaped by Clara. This could be good.
So we have chosen to go the movies instead. Travel is impossible, family is too far away on T-Day, so we just went to the theater.
But this year I am pissed off at all the retailers who want to start Black Friday early that they are forcing their stores open on Thursday, forcing employees to work. These are employees who can't say no, probably don't get holiday pay, and either have to get donated food to have Thanksgiving Dinner in the break room or are told to sell their Christmas gifts on E-Bay to pay their January rent. I have every sympathy with them, and absolutely none for the businesses themselves.
So I have decided that going to the movie theater is really bad form on my part. I don't want the retails employees working, but I expect the skeleton crew down at the cinema to run a movie for me?
Not anymore. That would be hypocritical.
We'll still watch Captain America and Thor and maybe the Avengers on Thursday (God Bless Netflix) and we'll go to the movie on Friday. Traffic will suck, but hey, you can't win them all.
And I'm moving the project to its own space over on Wordpress.
(And I started a secret project on Tumblr. It's not secret, but anonymous.)
I'll probably be editing my old entries and moving them over there, and cross posting here for a while, but I doubt that I'll cross post at all.
The new site is http://betterwritingthroughreading.w
I'll still be here, journaling once or twice a month, as is my wont.
As always, I arrived at Orycon early and waited to register. While in line, I met a young man in a white suit who wants to start a podcast on Geek culture and geek conversation. I didn't get all the details because we were having, well, a geek conversation. Small talk among a group of people who are not, by their nature, great at small talk. After getting a brief history of the costume, we went on discussing Orycon and what it is all about to provide an orientation to a journalist from The Rearguard.
Thinking back on the discussion, it seemed like less of a discussion and more a series of shibboleths, confirming we are all part of the same tribe. References got tossed around, judgements were made, but as it was early they were full of bonhomie. For example, we had a standard discussion of categorising ourselves by favorite doctor. Even the Ten/Eleven divide is easily crossed when geeks are rested and caffeinated.
Finally the panels began and I decided that my NaNoWriMo project is completely wrong. I have no passion for it.
I had dinner with good friends, and left a little after six. I missed some great news from David Levine, and I regret not being there.
Now I am home and wondering it its too early to go to bed.
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The votes was anonymous, so I am writing Loyalty Oath for NaNoWriMo. I have had this story in my head for about twenty five years, as it is based in any of the stories from the Time-Life The Enchanted World series, which I loved as a teen. The important bits have been outlined for that whole time, and even now I am not sure I have the skills to write this book.
There are large sections of the plot I haven't outlined. Even though I am describing this as "gonzo" writing, I suspect I know too much about it to really earn the term. In writing it so far I have learned things that I never knew about these characters, including a tidbit about one of them loving cello music that solves an identity question later on.
I am behind, too, but I'm trying not to worry about that right now. I am forging myself to write more than once a day, and if that habit keeps up, I'll be okay.
I failed the rest of my lifts.
This is just taking too much out of me.
I'm also going between two different programs. I started with StrongLifts (www.stronglifts.com) and I recommend the program to any beginner, but I've fallen away from the strongarm sales tactic of the information being behind a paywall. I get it. Mehdi needs to pay the bills, this is how he does it.
After I hurt myself and had a visit to the chiropractor back in July, I was told about Mark Rippetoe's Starting Strength, and that program has been very helpful. My doctor said Mehdi just adapted Rippetoe, and I see the resemblance, but what I didn't really see, didn't pay attention to, was the different work sets.
Rippetoe's examples show three sets of five instead of five sets of five. Hell, that's doable. I've always noticed the third set is the breakaway set. The fourth and fifth get easier, even though I've spent more, done more, and pushed myself more. Even the 290 pound lift was easier on the fourth and fifth set than the first, but I still hurt.
So today I did something new. Instead of pushing for another PR, I decided to test my endurance. This is still a problem for me. Walking is still difficult, not just from the leg pain but from shortness of breath. So I went to 215lbs and tried to push myself as far as I could. I managed three sets of ten reps. This was exhausting but in a different way. I had enough left over to manage a solid 105lb press.
I suspect I'm much weaker with the upper body lifts than the squat, and my deadlift is still lingering around 220. I'm not a trained athlete and I don't need to be, so I don't know if I need my deadlift to be higher than my squat.
But with only three sets expected on Monday, I should be able to try for 295.
But I cannot think about what to write. For the first time in years, I don't think a Murdock Collins novel is on the list of things I'm interested in writing.
I have three ideas, none of which are fully plotted out, but maybe I'm a seat of the pants kind of novelist. I don't know. I haven't managed to finish anything longer than 35k. So I'm going to try the seat of the pants this year. I have a general idea about each of these, but I don't have all the details fleshed out.
- Loyalty Oath -- set in a future where marriage has been replaced with mergers, the wealthy live in the City while the rest live in the Undercity, The wealthy also have backup clones and a corrupted idea of church that involves "baptism" to store their memories and personalities to be shoved into a clone upon their "resurrection." The main story involves two men who swear an oath of friendship that is challenged by the fact that both men woo the same woman, and the woman chooses one of them. Multiple POVs, Science Fiction.
- The Heart of the City -- set in Gaslamp Portland where Mannikins do a lot of the grunt work of the city. The Scrivener, the last Calligrapher, is hired by a Mannikin to pen a love letter to the heart of the city. The Scrivener hates Mannikins, modernism, and the clacking type tappers that mean he's practically out of a career. First Person, single POV. Set in 1900-ish Portland.
- Alphans -- Set in a slightly further future, where a man fights against the new rulers of humanity--genetically engineered superior Alphans--who take his daughter upon her birth because of a latent telepathic ability. Our hero crosses the country and various personalities to get his daughter back. Third Person, single POV.
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What should I write for NaNoWriMo this year?
Not the content. The content was rather disgusting, but it was a horror story, so that's okay, I guess. It's the way the dream is presented as part of the straight narrative and takes the story in one solid, no turning back direction, only to have the character wake up.
My problem with these things is that dreams, as I experience them, have a feeling of consistency but no rationality. My dreams are fluid and it makes perfect sense that speeding down the highway lands one in a hot tub, but once it's over, it's a jumble of "what the hell was that about?"
I know dreams in fiction can be powerful, but for some reason they just bug me.
I think the only time I don't mind them is when they are half-waking dreams. Characters dreaming about bees in one sentence to be woken up by an alarm the next.